Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 18 the luckiest girl

And that's why Arief and I got this scholarship...

My life is too dependent on Arief, all the changes that exist in me all because of Arief, if there is no him maybe at this time I am still a sad child, Arief said, the kid sitting in the corner with a gallon of tears flowing because it's bullied by everybody...

But because of him, I'm nothing it becomes something that means a minimum to myself and also to him of course, yes he always says like that that that I mean a lot to him.

I felt like I had a mentor who guided me to become a human being, not a duck anymore, Arief who had raised my degree from invisible to exist, from nothing to something.

I am so happy, God brought me to Arief in such a beautiful way, he is a hero who always comes in time to help me in all my troubles, I love him more than I love myself....

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My family's economy is better, my father's garden is wider, because the land bought by Mr. Rian back worked by my father, from the results of the commission to sell the land owned by the neighbors to Mr. Rian, Rian, dad can buy 2 units of motorcycles to facilitate where, 1 used for brother Rama lecture, and another used by the father, actually it's a motorcycle for brother god, but he already has his own motorcycle, because in addition to college he also works part-time in a strowberry tourism garden in the city where he wanders, not just as an ordinary employee, but he was placed as a supervisor of the plantation.

Kak Rama himself chose a state university that was not too far from home, he did not want to follow the footsteps of the brother of God who chose to wander out of the city. he felt he could not be far from the family, later we were so close, brother sister who cared for each other...

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'Where are you beautiful?'

A short message came to my phone,

'still at home, wait a minute..!'

'okay, don't be long in front..!'

'yes'

Yeah, now that I have my own phone, it's a gift from my dad, because I managed to get a good performance at school, not a sophisticated phone, just a regular phone that cost me nothing, but that's okay, it's very useful

Almost all students here are from the upper middle class,

Their lifestyle is inversely proportional to mine, they always look luxurious, wearing branded goods, from toe to toe it looks so that they are rich.

Another case with me, I'm one of the children who look ordinary, even below average, clothes, shoes bags, to mobile phones everything is simple, what else is my face, still the same as before, the ugly duckling ....

If it wasn't for Arief being beside me, maybe now I'm depressed about being bullied by the sultan's kids here..

" The poor"

"The village"

This basic, that basic, all the insults I've got out of their mouths..

He said that here in the school where children are born from upper-class parents, but I don't think that wealth means moral wealth, their mouths don't reflect that they are good people at all..

Hurt insult condescending, that's what they are..

''If anyone insults us, do not enter the heart, enter the left ear out the right ear''

it was from Arief for me, as hard as anyone insulted me that hard as Arief defended me...

Every day he picks me up, with his sport bike, sometimes also with an ordinary duck bike, sometimes also with a big motorbike that I think costs hundreds of millions of rupiah, no matter how rich his parents are, or how rich his parents are, to have such an expensive vehicle..

I often come to Arief's house, just to study together, the house is ordinary, not impressed as luxurious as I imagined, but of course the house is better than my house.

He lives with his uncle and aunt, according to Arief, his father who was a civil servant in a transfer assignment to the island, precisely in Kalimantan, he did not want to come with his parents, he did not want to go with his parents, he chose to stay in the house with his uncle and aunt..

*****

Day after day, Sunday after week, month after month passed, and the years changed rapidly..

My day is always decorated with a name that means a lot in my life, Arief Putra Wijaya, he is my monkey love that is now turned into my true love.

Our relationship went so smoothly without any obstacles, if anything we would get rid of it easily,

Everyone at my school knew that we were lovers, although many of them did not like my relationship with Arief, many of them tried to destroy our relationship, especially the girls who wanted to be in my position, but Arief did not budge, his heart was sewn to me, just like his thing with me, our relationship is not like teenagers in general, who just have a girlfriend for prestige, or just to play games, we are so serious about this, me and him so attached to each other, can not let go of each other, can not let go of each other, where I went there was Arief, where Arief went there was me, he was never ashamed to have a lover like me, like this.

Instead he always gave me confidence so that I wouldn't become weak, like I used to...

In terms of achievements, it is no doubt what Arief's ability is, he remains the general champion in our school, while I follow behind him as the 3rd champion, he said, during first and 2nd grade we were never in class, only in 3rd grade could we be in the same room..

Since the beginning of entry until now stepped on the 3rd grade, or 9th grade, we have never had difficulty in the field of study, all felt light, even we were chosen to represent the school to participate in the science Olympics, and so on, and managed to win the 2nd champion..

He always made me the top priority in his life, whatever he would do to make me happy,

She was loyal to me, though many women wished for her more, but to her I was the only woman in her life...

Never before had I thought that my life would be this beautiful, this perfect, with the presence of someone like Arief, I felt that I was becoming the luckiest and happiest girl in the world..

Until something happens between us.....